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$xhtml = array(
	'<{title}>' => 'A strange dream',
	'<{body}>' => <<<END
<section id="general">
	<h2>General news</h2>
	<p>
		My <a href="/a/canary.txt">canary</a> still sings the tune of freedom and transparency.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="dreams">
	<h2>Dream journal</h2>
	<p>
		I dreamed I&apos;d made a new friend and was hanging out with them frequently, but it made their life partner jealous.
		I tried inviting the life partner along with us, but they never wanted to come because their jealousy of me was too strong.
		Instead, they just wanted their partner to to stay away from me.
	</p>
	<p>
		For some reason, my mobile had telephone service, so my new friend called me up one day.
		Their partner got ahold of my friend&apos;s side of the line, and told me to stay away.
		I didn&apos;t take it seriously at first, but then I heard a struggle on the other end of the line.
		After a while, there was only the partner, and they claimed to have accidentally killed their lover, my friend.
		They wanted me to come over and help figure out what to do.
		I wouldn&apos;t come though.
		I had the strong impression that my friend was very much alive and unharmed, but their partner wanted to lure me over to kill <strong>*me*</strong>.
	</p>
	<p>
		I don&apos;t recall how we ended up in this situation, but several friends of my friend&apos;s partner ended up getting involved, and we all went to go see my dead friend.
		At this point, I was more convinced my friend was actually dead and this wasn&apos;t a trap.
		Sure, these people had a stronger tie to the killer, but somehow I thought they were much safer and that my friend&apos;s partner wouldn&apos;t try anything while they were there.
		We never made it before I woke up though due to use of very inefficient transportation.
		Seriously, it was worse than just walking.
		We tried a few different things, but the one I recall was that we took some of those low, flat carts used at home improvement stores, got low to the ground, and pushed them with our bodies.
		Why would we even do that?
		At one point, my late friend&apos;s partner came by with a thinner, flat vehicle of some sort pulled by four dogs.
		I grabbed onto the flat surface from my cart, so I was pulled along, but that didn&apos;t last long, as I couldn&apos;t gripp the thing and I slipped away.
	</p>
</section>
END
);
